Sweeping across the heavens, starting with the first emperor of the ancient times.

The demonic mark between the brows of the Holy Son of the Demon Realm shone brightly, and he unleashed the Nine Transformations of the Heavenly Demon to its fullest extent. His figure transformed into nine demonic shadows, each possessing ninety percent of the original's combat power, attacking from nine different angles.

The Little Stone Emperor's entire body shone with five-colored stone light, and with a punch, the ancient scene of creation unfolded within the fist imprint.

Xu Ling'er's figure completely merged into the void, and the next moment she appeared above Jiang Hao's head. With a flick of her hand, the void laws transformed into an invisible cage that enveloped him.

Driven to the limit by the Wilderness Battle Body, his muscles swelled like a divine mountain. With a single punch, pure brute force shattered the space, and the stars trembled wherever the fist's wind passed!

The emperor took a deep breath, and the holy light of the heavens condensed behind him into a platinum divine sun. He formed a hand seal, and countless holy light arrows shot out from the divine sun, each one locked onto Jiang Hao!

Eleven people, eleven moves, attacking simultaneously from all directions, from above and below!

This is a terrifying attack capable of killing even an enlightened being.

"Come!"

Jiang Hao laughed loudly and threw out both fists at once.

Golden fist imprints bloomed in the starry sky, one fist transforming into hundreds of fists, each fist precisely countering an attack.

Fist against staff, fist against claw, fist against sword, fist against fire, fist against palm, fist against demonic shadow, fist against stone fist, fist against void, fist against brute force, fist against holy light!

Boom boom boom boom boom!

Countless fragments of Dao principles scattered like fireworks, and at the center of the collision, time and space were twisted into a chaotic mess.

The three young people watching felt a stinging pain in their eyes and could not see the specific battle situation at all. All they could see was a wave of destructive light surging wildly.

"My God..." Feng Xi murmured, "If it were us, we would have been turned to ashes by now, wouldn't we?"

Little War Emperor nodded vigorously: "Eleven peak Quasi-Emperors... Each and every one of them could easily crush us with a single strike."

Chu Changge stared intently at the battlefield: "No... the Emperor... he didn't contribute at all."

indeed.

In the center of the battlefield, Jiang Hao's fists moved like two golden dragons, effortlessly maneuvering amidst the attacks of eleven people.

His boxing style is extremely simple, consisting of straight punches, hooks, and swings, without any fancy moves. However, each punch perfectly breaks through the attack, and each punch forces the opponent to retreat.

The second attack resulted in all eleven people being injured.

The Battle Saint's golden armor shattered, Long Hao's dragon scales flew off, the Phoenix Dance's divine flames dimmed, the Ancient God's light dissipated, and cracks appeared on the Sword Demon's sword.

The mortal world withers, the sea of ​​flowers in the mortal world withers, the demonic shadow of the holy son of the demon realm is shattered, the stone body of the little stone emperor cracks, the void laws of Xu Ling'er collapse, the desolate battle body of Huang Zhan is injured, and the holy light of the emperor dims.

But no one backed down.

On the contrary, their fighting spirit became even stronger!

"Use our ultimate move!" roared the Fighting Saint. "Brothers, let's fight!"

The eleven people exchanged glances and nodded in unison.

In the next instant, they unleashed their strongest move, leaving no regrets.

Eleven separate auras surged once more, and this time, their attacks merged into one.

Golden battle intent, seven-colored divine flames, dragon's might, sword intent, mortal world, demonic energy, stone emperor, void, wilderness, holy light, god king.

Under the combined efforts of everyone, the eleven Great Daos were forcibly merged, transforming into a seven-colored torrent that pierced through the Milky Way!

As the torrent passed, everything collapsed, as if the world was about to be reborn!

Faced with this attack that had exhausted all the strength of eleven people, Jiang Hao nodded in satisfaction.

"good."

That's somewhat interesting. Then, he clenched his right fist and slowly pulled back.

Then, he threw a punch.

It was still a golden fist imprint.

But this time, the fist imprint seemed to bear the weight of the entire universe.

The fist was thrown, and the starry sky stood still.

The devastating, seven-colored torrent shattered the moment it touched the fist imprint, like a wave crashing against a reef!

Eleven figures were sent flying backwards simultaneously, spitting out blood and their auras plummeting.

The battle is over.

Three tricks.

It only took three moves from start to finish.

The starry sky gradually returned to calm.

The eleven people staggered to their feet, looking at Jiang Hao, who remained calm and composed in the distance, with complex expressions on their faces.

There was shock, bitterness, relief, and... admiration.

The Fighting Saint wiped the golden blood from the corner of his mouth and grinned, but there was a hint of helplessness in his smile: "Old Jiang... just how strong have you become now?"

Long Hao shook his numb dragon claws and sighed, "I feel like we've wasted seven thousand years of training."

Feng Wu extinguished her dim divine flames, looked at Jiang Hao, and asked softly, "Just now... how much of your strength did you use?"

This issue has drawn everyone's attention.

Jiang Hao looked at his group of old friends, pondered for a moment, and then held up three fingers.

"Thirty percent?!" Huang Zhan's eyes widened. "It took eleven of us risking our lives to force you to use only thirty percent of your strength?"

Everyone else also looked bitter.

Although they already knew the gap was huge, the figure of 30% still made them feel uneasy.

Jiang Hao chuckled inwardly as he looked at their expressions.

Fortunately, he didn't tell the truth.

Actually, just now... it wasn't even a tenth of a percent.

But he is a person with high emotional intelligence and would never embarrass his friends.

The figure of 30% is just right—it allows them to feel the gap without damaging their resolve.

Moreover, if it were just a one-hit spar, it would be over. But when friends are sparring, they certainly can't be that serious.

"That's already quite good," Jiang Hao said gently. "Many ancient emperors and celestial beings couldn't withstand such an attack from you."

That's the truth. The combined attack of eleven peak Quasi-Emperors would kill even an ordinary Ancient Emperor or Celestial Venerable at their ultimate level.

After all, each of them is no weaker than a fully accomplished Holy Body or Overlord Body.

These words made everyone feel a little better.

At least... their combined attack was indeed powerful enough.

At this moment, the three younger generation members finally snapped out of their shock and rushed over excitedly.

"The Emperor is amazing!" Feng Xi's eyes lit up. "Eleven peak Quasi-Emperors, and he defeated them all in just three moves!"

The young War Emperor was so excited he was incoherent: "Uncle Jiang is indeed invincible! Uncle, you're not good enough, you still need to practice."

"You brat, come here, or I'll beat you to death..." The Fighting Saint Venerable was furious upon hearing this.

This kid is too naughty; he needs to be disciplined.

"Haha, everyone burst into laughter upon hearing this."

Seeing the three young people's admiring expressions, the Fighting Saint and the others couldn't help but laugh.

Long Hao joked, "Look at this, the younger generation only has eyes for the Great Emperor, and they're ignoring us old guys."

Luo Hongchen chuckled: "That's normal. Didn't we look at him the same way back then?"

The Holy Son of the Demon Realm nodded: "Yes... some people are destined to be looked up to."

The group exchanged smiles, and their bitterness gradually turned into relief.

To be a contemporary of this man, to have fought alongside him, and to have been able to fight him like this even after he became emperor...

That's already incredibly lucky.

Feng Xi looked at Jiang Hao with sparkling eyes, and suddenly said, "I really wish I could be born in the same era as the Great Emperor, so I could truly clash with him!"

Everyone was stunned for a moment upon hearing this. Then, with strange looks in their eyes, they burst into laughter.

Long Hao flicked his tail and teased, "Feng Xi, you still want to clash with the Great Emperor? Aren't you afraid he'll beat you to a pulp?"

"I'm not afraid!" Feng Xi puffed out her chest, her face serious. "I am Feng Xi, I'm never afraid of failure, and it's not shameful to lose to the Great Emperor!"

Xiao Zhanhuang and Chu Changge nodded in agreement, clearly sharing the same feeling.